Boat taking into further speed, mind whirled in the blow and dizzy, as she imagined further detail—moved and spread and opened for touch, strong force of kiss in match to low; sharp-bright and brilliance of the broken light through hiding canopy and shade; warm-blow of the wind through cover of trees, wind-blown waves in lap to shore; quiet at first, hesitant, then knowing no one was around.
Stronger show of the heat and her color of blush; knot-stomach before butterfly free; finding of rhythm, finding of him, hidden in wild hills.
Windblown, she forgot to breathe. Emptiness of lungs and need for air drew her sudden back: race of the shallows, houses of shore, when all she wanted then was grounding—pinned in wild hills.